A day at Hogwarts

At the seaside villa, Grindelwald finished breakfast and carefully read a relatively low-level news article in today's "Daily Prophet".

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." He shook his head and said to Jack, "Did you intimidate reporters? You said all good things."

Grindelwald had first read in the newspaper about Muggle parents visiting Hogwarts. If he had gone to Dumbledore before to tell him about the differences between wizards and Muggles, he now had new ideas.

Today's news reported the whole process of Jack and his friends going to Hogwarts. The focus was that Jack asked Snape to exempt him from deducting points from Slytherin House, mentioned Malfoy to express his gratitude, and described him as an upright and tolerant man. , and some kind old men.

Jack's face was still gloomy and he didn't answer. After breakfast, he put down the tableware and said: "There is no shortage of food for you at home. If you are not full, I just ask you to make more. If you are hungry at night and want to eat, Just eat, but after you finish eating, you must throw the beverage bottles, cans and packaging bags into the trash. Those who know know that you are lazy, and those who don’t know think you are protesting to me about your low treatment."

Grindelwald put down the newspaper and looked at Jack with a frown, his blood pressure suddenly rising.

"You can kill me, but you can't insult me!" He almost scratched the newspaper when he spoke. "You can suspect that I am preparing to attack the Ministry of Magic and that I am subverting the International Federation of Wizards, but you can't treat me like a man in the dark. Rats that steal and eat!”

"Remember, I am Grindelwald, the Grindelwald who once made both sides of the Atlantic tremble, not a bed bug in the gutter!"

Jack's face was still gloomy, and he said without emotion: "When I came back in the morning these days, I saw empty cans and bags left over in the kitchen, and the juice from the cans even dripped on the table and floor. I took care of it."

"Are you no longer able to hold a wand and even use the simplest cleaning spell?"

Grindelwald's eyes showed a fierce look, and for the first time in decades, he wanted to kill someone.

But you can't beat it. Only after fighting can you understand how terrifying and weird the magical power used by the opponent is.

Grindelwald snorted coldly, threw down the crumpled newspaper, and went out to feed the chickens.

Jack watched him leave, went to the kitchen, opened a bottle of black tea, poured a little potion into it, put the lid back on, and shook it a few times.

Since Grindelwald refuses to admit his mistake, let's take the medicine and catch the current situation and see how he will deny it when the time comes.

He put the potion of black tea in the most conspicuous place, closed the cupboard door, and left to do his own business.

Grindelwald finished feeding the chickens outside the house and walked angrily around the beach. As a result, he became more and more angry as he thought about it and couldn't swallow the breath in his heart.

After Charles bought the island, he reached an agreement with the local fishing club, allowing anglers to fish on the beach, as long as they took away the garbage.

The weather was nice today, and many fishermen came to the sea to fish. They recognized the island owner's gardener and greeted Grindelwald one after another.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly after seeing the fisherman, and thought of a way.

He returned to the house, leaving only one chair in the dining room and moving everything else away.

Then he took out his wand and clicked on the chair.

During this day, Jack continued to be busy with Charles' business affairs and rested at No. 3 Privet Drive in the evening. Grindelwald was still reading in the living room. For lunch and dinner, he just ate some sandwiches and cakes in the living room.

The sun sets, the moon rises, and Grindelwald falls asleep in his bedroom.

There is a basement near this villa, where the previous landlord kept a banshee, which is now abandoned.

In the dead of night, a huge black dog emerged from the basement, crawled cautiously on the ground, and slowly approached the villa.

The black dog quietly opened a window. The spell on the window only worked on people, not on four-legged ones.

This was set up by someone thinking that a cat would come in and out in the future. Unexpectedly, a dog was saved.

The black dog walked slowly through the house without making any sound, and finally came to the kitchen.

In the dark kitchen, the black dog's appearance suddenly changed. After a while, he turned into a middle-aged man with unkempt hair and ragged clothes.

The man opened the cupboard, took out a pack of sausages, eagerly opened the package, and wolfed it down.

The package of sausages was quickly finished. He threw the bag at his feet, took out cans of salmon and corned beef from the cupboard, and finally took a bottle of black tea.

The canned corned beef was not very salty and was filled with ground beef. The man finished it in several bites on the way to the restaurant without even leaving any juice inside.

He has been coming here every night for the past few days to steal food. Compared with when he first came here, he is much more energetic and has some strength, and his brain is gradually getting better.

There was only one chair in the dining room, so he sat on it and ate the canned salmon, opened the black tea and drank it, and then thought about how to go to Hogwarts.

But as soon as he finished drinking the black tea, he felt tiredness coming over him like a wave. It was not like the fatigue caused by usual exertion, but like drinking the water of life and death.

At this time, the chair suddenly rotated rapidly with the person sitting on it, and the door key was activated.

Azkaban is not peaceful these days. Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, lost the lottery a few days ago and came here to inspect the work. As a result, there was one less prisoner in the cell within two days.

The first thing the dementors thought of was to cover the lid. They searched all over the island and searched in the sea. They wanted to see people dead or corpses. They tried to find the person before the next Ministry of Magic inspection. That was what it was about. None of it happened.

The hard work paid off, and on this night, the prisoner was finally found on the beach at the seaside, and he was still alive.

The dementor who found the prisoner breathed a sigh of relief. He finally didn't have to work overtime and could go chat with the fishing guy.

The sun rose over the sea. In the dark and damp cell, Sirius Black opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling, with the sound of waves in his ears.

He sat up from the cold floor, with a crumpled newspaper next to him. He could also see the smiling boy in the photo on the front page, and the one with a front paw missing on his shoulder. mouse.

This newspaper was dropped in front of the cell door when Barty Crouch came to Azkaban to inspect his work not long ago. Black took the newspaper into the cell and saw that a person who should have been dead was still alive in the world. .

Blake rubbed his head, looked at the familiar cell, and rubbed it again.

He felt as if he had a dream. He dreamed that he escaped from Azkaban, walked all the way to an island, hid in a cave for a few days, and even went to steal food from the houses on the island...